Clink clink clink clink clink, my leg tries to bounce in the shackles, but I can only manage a slight twitch. "CAN YOU PLEASE STOP THAT!" 9335 yells at me. "I'M SORRY! I'M NERVOUS! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!?!" I yell back. I'm sitting chained down to a chair in outer space, waiting to begin this "experiment," and twiddle dumb over here expects me to be calm... I roll my eyes hard.
9782 walks in, "Alright, Infinity, we are ready to begin. We will show you some photos. You don't need to do anything physical; we just want to gauge your reactions. Our machines will gather the necessary information, but we're here if you have questions". 9782 walks toward me with a syringe. This time, the contents are green. Whoa, what's that?! I question him as I try in vain to move away.
"Relax, it's just something that will help you to be more..... honest," 9335 tells me. So, it's like a truth serum? I ask. "of sorts," 9782 replies as he jabs the needle into my arm. For a moment, everything is foggy in my mind, then suddenly it's like everything becomes high definition clear. The lights go out, and the first photo is of a man: 6'6, white, blond hair, blue eyes, all-American linebacker build. I hear the scientists behind me whispering and tapping on their alien Ipads, but neither speaks to me, so I wait to see what's next. The second photo is of a woman: 5'5, chestnut hair that goes past her shoulders, green eyes, and curves in all my favorite places. I can't presume what race she is, but whatever she is, I like it. I shift in my chair a little and crane my neck to try to make out the whispers coming from behind me. The third photo is of a woman, but she's different, more masculine-presenting. She's wearing a tight shirt, and her arm muscles bulge out of the short sleeves. She has a perfect smile and a short haircut with curls everywhere. —more whispers from the back of the house but nothing directed at me. I let out a big sigh of frustration.
9782 walks in front of me and has a stern look on his face. "You are a lesbian correct?" he questions. "yes, well, I don't do labels. I like who I like, but my preference overall is women," I reply. This time the two of them stand over me and have their discussion. "she didn't respond at all to the man," 9782 says. "she had slightly elevated readings with the first women," 9335 adds. "yes, but her readings significantly jumped with the last photo" 9782 responds. they have a pause in the conversation and just stare at one another as if they were communicating telepathically. "you don't think?" 9335 mutters. "maybe," 9782 replies, looking down at me with a curious look. sooooo, is someone going to explain what is happening, or are you just going to keep talking like I don't exist?
9782 begins, "Infinity, that monitor we placed in your vagina measures your sexual responses to the photos we have shown you. When you are interested in one of the people sexually, the muscles in your vagina contract and release; the more attracted you are, the more you contract. You also produce more lubrication, Which we measure to judge your ability to handle larger specimens. Which is a critical factor to procreation. We expected you to have no reaction to the man, so that initial hypothesis was correct. However, your responses to the women were also lacking. Are you an Asexual being?" no, I like women on a very sexual level, I respond. "we did notice that the last woman seemed to have more conclusive results from you. Can you explain why that is? 9335 asks. "no," I say as I look down at my lap, blushing.
9335 gestures for 9782 to move away from me. they exchange some hurried whispers then address me again. "Infinity, we will return. we are going to scan your earth's "internet" to see if it gives us a better indication of your... interest," 9335 says flatly. "NO!" I yell as I try to reach out for them. But it's too late. They are already out of the door, and it's closing in my face before I can form a complete sentence.
It feels like hours pass by, but I know it's just because I have no way to keep track of time in this place. I don't know if I've been here for a day, weeks, hell maybe it's been years. My family must be worried sick. I start to feel an overwhelming sense of sadness when I realize 9782 said procreate. Now I'm not always the sharpest tool in the shed, but I can put two and two together in this situation. They want to breed me, with who or.... what, I don't know, and I'm not particularly anxious to find out either.
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The cost of Infinity
Ciencia FicciónIn her family, Infinity is known for being shy, reserved, and insecure despite her beauty. But, once she is taken by an alien race to be studied and used for their breeding program, she has to find her inner strength and courage to stand up for her...
